Bridge Street.

Regeneration.

Meanwhile, Bobby, with Tracy still over his shoulder watching his back, are walking towards the Grafton centre, public grass on either side of the railing. It is a full moon; you can hardly see because of the snow falling from the sky. A lamppost light is flickering behind, causing Tracy only to see for a second, but sometimes it's hard for her eyes to adjust between the darkness of the night to light then dark as they walk under a flickering lamppost.

Tracy breaks the silence with, "There looks like a figure approaching."

Bobby stops with the rows of different types of stores on either side of another pebbled street, a telephone box followed by the many black metal bike racks; bodies lay on the floor, but for Bobby, not a living soul is in sight. For Tracy, a different idea, it's not the living souls to be scared of, just the newly departed ones that are still roaming, the one that is running towards her, that's the one to be afraid of—still armed in her right hand a heel, the other hand a brown-handled serrated knife. Getting closer to seeing the once female bus driver, but now a Z's rotting face, like out-of-date food, it has started to decay. Before the Z can grab ahold of her, with the serrated knife she fiercely stabs the female Z's left eye, squelching, popping into its socket; the Z starts flapping around until the heel penetrates through the top of her skull into her rotting brain, and she falls like how Tracy did earlier, legs buckle underneath, as Tracy gets another stab in, through its nostrils with the knife, as she falls to the ground, with the murder weapons still attached like piercings.

Booby asks, "Everything alright?"

By this time, Tracy's adrenaline has kicked in; she is breathing heavily from having to kill her first Z.

She responds, panting, "All good now."

When he turns around, looking down to witness the dead female Z, snowflakes start to settle on the cold corpse.

An old white-painted sniper tower that is situated above the police station, a police sniper is inside. A police roadblock with three armed police officers firing at Z's below. The sniper in the tower overlooks the large green common, where they hold circuses and fun fairs throughout the year. The reason why I tell you this is because a winter fair is currently stopped on there for a few weeks, with a giant Ferris wheel along with the inside glowing. Illumination, being an attraction for the undead, some most probably went there today or somewhere through the week since it has been perched there since Monday.

*Gun Shot.*

The bullet leaves the sniper rifle barrel, like a butler going to serve his master. The bullet speedily flies through the air until impacting with a Z's head.

Bobby, while walking with Tracy still slumped over his shoulder, is outside the second shop on the left, which is still intact, with not a single smashed window or alarm blaring. A female body lay on the thin layer of snowy ground.

Bobby asks, "Just out of curiosity, what size feet are you?"

Tracy asks, "I am a five; why?"

Bobby responds, "Because a young lady is taking a nap on the ground, she is wearing black pumps that look like your size."

Tracy says, "Please say your joking; I am not wearing a dead bitches pumps."

Bobby responds, "You will have to; by the looks, the shop has to be locked; if we break the window, it will set the alarm off."

Tracy says "Okay, put me down a second, let me look."

Bobby fetches her forward, placing her back on her feet; she stands there, arms crossed shivering a little, looking at the female body on the ground.

Tracy says, "Okay, they will have to do."

Bobby bends down; he takes the first shoe off, passing it behind him to Tracy, that puts it on her left foot; before he can take the second one off, the female Z sits up groaning, eyes wide with a red tinge looking high as a kite, so in my opinion under the circumstances, Bobby does the only thing possible, he punched the female Z in the face, knocking her back down, most probably out for the count.

We return to the police sniper in the tower that is  stopping the undead from overrunning the wonderland. Headshot dropping another until the sniper scope vision lands on a male Z his face peeling off, chunks of cheek also forehead fall to the muddy ground, until the Z stumbles across a dead body that he starts to eat. The sniper can't believe his eyes, seeing the flesh on the Zs face, healing with every bit of meat the undead soul is swallowing.

The sniper grabs his radio off the wooden ledge, asking, "Sir, did you know if they eat another person, their skin regenerates."

A voice comes back with gunshots in the background, "No shit, good to know."

A bullet explodes out of the sniper's barrel, flying through the air, piercing through the middle of the regenerating Z's face.

George, alongside the others with no casualties, just won their battle with the Z's. George lights a cigarette while they walk up to a street that is a taxi rank, but the only thing that is malodorous is the smell coming from what I am about to show you. The doors to the row of taxis are open; the first one is the front passenger side door that's open; they walk past having nothing going on inside; they don't stop to check the back; if someone is inside, they will let them know. The second silver eight-seater they can see through the front window, with a bloodied smeared hand which brings your vision to the Indian taxi driver slumped over the steering wheel, with the side of his head eaten away, what's left of his brains spills out, from the cracked skull he has acquired, they get to the back of the cab door half open, a lady is laying on her back with her guts ripped out, tits out.

George says, "She was hoping to get lucky tonight."

Adam asks, "How do you know that?"

George responds, "She has her fanny out, mate, no knickers or thong."

Tony, without hesitation, nearly slips as he turns to look; Adam isn't close behind to look.

George asks, "Lads, she is dead. What are you going to do, snap a pic?"

Adam says, "Nah, of course not."

Adam pretends to slide his phone back into his jeans pocket with a cheeky grin.

Tony says, "Such a waste; looks nice to taste."

They re-join Shane alongside George, approaching the third, which has the back door slid fully open to the black eight-seater cab, with the smartly dressed bald Z cab driver, is on all fours eating his human dinner as George is waving his hand down after starting to crouch walk, the bald head of the Z starts to grow hair with every piece of flesh it swallows. George notices this out of the corner of his eye but does not want to stick around, to get to know why this is happening or how the Z became without hair on his head in the first place. They cross over the road going between two taxis, more of them in the line but not wanting to find out what is in the other cab, looking in the front of the other cab as they stop in the gap, seeing the white taxi driver, could be English or Polish or even Scottish who knows, has had his cheek bitten off, blood has seeped from a knife wound in his forehead. George stepped forward, noticing the taxi driver's door is wide open. A person on a black bike swerves, missing the four of them, but most importantly, not crashing into the cab driver's door along with the female Z laying below, a hammer still sticking out of her skull; Adam's phone light highlights blood has seeped out of the Z's head from the hammer blow, some bike tire trails visible in the settling snow, she is laying on her side with her black snowy trainers poking out from under the front bumper, should have spotted that. The cyclist doesn't stop; he has long gone. They walk down the same back way that Bobby took Tracy.